The Silent Scream [8th Chapter]

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The idea of keep living in London was like a nightmare, she really hoped they would move to some other place, any place at all, anything would be better than staying there where she had so many bad memories she wanted to leave, and so many good memories with Heather that she had to let go, she had already missed school for a whole week, she still couldn’t stand the idea of going back there, so there’s no way she would ever catch up with whatever it was they were doing there, mostly because she didn’t wanted.
Eventually they found somewhere else to go, they moved to Los Angeles, during the whole trip she just kept thinking if moving really was the best solution to her, was it going to help or only make it worse? Maybe that wasn’t the best moment to question everything, finally her mother understood how she was feeling and she had been kind enough to agree to leave everything behind and move… They were almost there, and well, honestly, LA was far enough from all that shit she always hated.
Finally the plane landed and she was really excited and nervous at the same time, new country, new city, new house, new everything, no one knew her there yet and maybe she would be accepted, or at least not treated as bad as she was back in her old school.
After a 30 minutes ride from the airport they got to the house, it looked cool, it wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t as small as the one they had in London, and it was near her new school, fortunately her mother’s boss was able to find her a job in LA, that way her mom would keep working at the same area, but in a different country.
They went in and all the furniture was already there, during the following week they moved everything around until they found the perfect place to everything, as always it was Rachel’s mother opinion the only one that mattered, so she was the one deciding everything, which was ok by Rachel, she wouldn’t even care if the rest of the house was empty as long as her room was according to what she wanted, so she did some changes too, she took advantage of that week to paint black some of those lame white walls, she moved her furniture around trying to get the placement right, she putted all her posters up on the walls and made some drawings on the walls that stood white.
It felt good being there, even though her mom had gone back to her mad, indifferent, self-centred being, it still was good, it seemed like she wasn’t too happy for moving, even though it was the better thing to do for her daughter, but anyway, Rachel knew that the “loving/understanding mother” facade was just temporary, but still, she had hope.
They finally had finished moving in, her mom was on a bad mood almost every day and Rachel still cried herself to sleep almost every night, it made her feel better to be away, but some of her memories still haunted her, what if things on the new school weren’t any different? She had already made her mind, she would just be herself and hope for the best because, the more you try to be someone else, the more people see you’re not, so she just went to sleep thinking about the next day would be, her first day of school.